Heart, Soul, and Rough Edges — A Gypsy Journey of Words and Wonder

Because It's Tuesday . . .

Because It’s Tuesday . . .*

and almost time to read what I’ve supposed to have been writing, poet that I am . . .

and

Because It’s Tuesday . . .and no great insight bled from pen to parchment, demanding ink — nothing new to share —

and

Because It’s Tuesday . . .and my doctor just said I must learn to be selfish and fill the well — or I’ll be the late Care-Giver of everyone else —

and

Because It’s Tuesday . . .and the emptiness isn’t paying the dividends it did for so many years — that account is now bankrupt —

and

Because It’s Tuesday . . .and I must nourish my body as well as my soul’s soul, I went radical — cleaned house and started a shopping list —

… instead of writing the poem I need to share —

Because It’s Tuesday . . .

* Yes, I know it is (late) Wednesday on the West Coast, not Tuesday, but . . . that’s how it really happened . . . before . . . and I just got back from a cross-country trip . . . and . . . and . . . and . . .

So glad to hear from you, S — hope all is well. Yes, this seems to be a universal theme for many of us. What got left off was that almost anything can serve as a writing prompt — even how to write about procrastinating about writing. 🙂